The dead lies on the br ground all around br I laugh away my tears br My knife soaked in the br blood of the dead br sending the souls to the br next world br I am like the Reaper br I see the undeserving br to live and I get ride of them br for thay do not deserve br the gift of life br now is the time to br send on my own soul br for I have done wrong br to the wican read br and now the God and Goddes br will look down on mebr br christopher turnerbr br